How long ago it seems. We played cowboys and Indians when I was a kid. Sticks were our imaginary rifles. Some kids had cap guns as their pistols. Those who were the Indians used sticks and kite string to make a bow and shot imaginary arrows. I don’t recall anyone getting hurt other than the occasional scrapped knee suffered when falling while chasing or running from the other side.
Same here. We played cowboys and Indians or the good guys guys and the bad guys. I remember having one of those pirate shaped smooth bore pistol which I found in a ditch. It was nothing more than part of a tree branch that looked like a pistol. I felt like taking on the world with that thing stuck in my pants. We were an odd bunch. In the summer our attire was a pair of blue jeans. That’s it, no shoes or shirts. And of course, we supplied our own sound effects even down to the sound of a ricocheting bullet. The whole experience was enchantment personified.